You wrote a letter with a fresh quill
each letter flowed with fresh inspiration
pen could not contain love that spilled
oh, I know your clever imagination
*
but… then amidst the curly ques
I felt tossed upon the stormy sea
on my cheek a tear drop grew
the letter was not addressed to me
Is it ever enough
wave whipped frenzy
your eyes in my love
you broke it
crimson intensity
on my lips
i make a card
tucked in black silk
you wave a heart
she the reason for his smile
he the reason for her song
they in-tune turn the pages
harmony laughs along
watch their seasoned dance
dazzle misty night
the moon knows the reason
electricity takes a spike
Kristjaan Panneman takes a look at Kanshicho form of Haiku with Carpe Diem Haiku Kai:
“I will look at the separate “onji” of “Kanshicho” now and than I will try to explain what Kanshicho was meant to be.
Kan -> means: perception, expression
Shi -> means extravagance, pride, poetry
Cho -> means frivolity, number, butterfly
Kanshi -> means Chinese poetry
As I place those meanings together than Kanshicho means:
A poem in the Chinese way that expresses the extravagance and pride of the poet with the frivolity of the flight of a butterfly. And than Kanshicho starts to come to life. It’s an expression of something which is seen by the poet, a moment as short as the sound of a pebble thrown in to water, in which he/she sees the extravagant beauty and pride of nature. That extravagance beauty is caught in a three lined verse with the frivolity, (in my opinion frivolity means “not strings attached, free”) of the flight of a butterfly.”
So here’s my shot at unconventional frivolous haiku:
The words sung in a song
conveying 3 minutes of trite
something like
“you looked in my eyes
now its all gone wrong”
*
Wish washy
touch of your hand
electricity is spent
replaced with a sign says “vacant”
over your heart
*
words you once said
attached to a laughter
we were writing love’s chapter
pages are dispersed
and driven over
during the evening rush hour
*
yes,it all meant something once
the roses, the wine, romance
the moonlight dance
where we promised…
that was before
it all froze in the snow
“Analyze that Haiku “#2 gives us the opportunity to look around the above haiku 360 degrees and tell its story so here goes:
It had been a long summer. Nights never cooled below 100 and my coffee ground skin was always in some state of pealing. You had loved caressing that skin once or had it just been a mirage. Had I made myself believe that you couldn’t catch a wave the same way without me, that the crisp mountain air was dull when we couldn’t chase the fall leaves, and winter nights together well you said they took your breath away. My heart peals back revealing layer after layer of pain. When will I get to the end of you and memories…? This desert heat is more constant than your love even it can’t last forever.
… and then write a haiku:
hot nights
your shoes wait at the door
cold memories
Thanks to Kristjann Panneman for the prompt and inspiration.
give me spring
bleeding with color
misty drops
rainbow a blurr
*
give me spring
reach for the sky
playing a must
swinging I’ll try
*
give me spring
barefoot dance
ruby lips
moonlit romance
*
give me spring
carved in a tree
we are young
hidden in ivy
What if he should read
the words I wrote 100 years from now
of knights and dragons
and hidden away princesses
would he think it mere fantasy?
*
I write faithfully with my pen
of dark misty hollows
places to be lost
corners to be found
hoping dreams never to end
*
can ideas inscribed in ink
compare to blue moon lit dances
long hair billowing
in salty air’s breeze
as spicy music romances
*
soft lacy valentine bouquet
encircles my heart
a smile is your only answer
to “be mine”
the place where fantasy starts
~AGAIN…
The Daily Post writing challenge is valentine. What inspires you when you think of Valentines?
Other delightful Valentine reflections:
What will you find beneath your tree this Christmas?
Romance?
or…
a wonderland of snow
gifts elegantly circled with red satin bows
8 knives for carving
1 rope for climbing
perhaps…
a lifeless form
beneath the fresh-cut Christmas Tree
Read my “festive” poem “Beneath the Christmas Tree” over at Pen of the Damned.
Embrassez moi
sous la pluie
ne jamais cesser
*
never stop
holding me with your heart
catch love’s tears
*
catch love’s tears
save them in a bottle
for a sunny day
The prompt for today’s Carpe Diem is “Embrace.” There are many forms of that gesture I was in a romantic mood so my haiku cascade starts with a French Kiss!!!
Photography: “Rainy Tears” © L. Moon 2013
The famous embrace ” Le_Baiser_de_lHotel_de_Ville” by celebrated French photographer Robert Dosineau
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
Books by author Diana Coombes
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
my humanity in written form
Experiments in Creative Writing, and more ....
Poetry by Mich
FOR READERS AND ASPIRING WRITERS
Everyday musings ....Life as I see it.......my space, my reflections and thoughts !!
From Board Books to Clean YA
Cherishing the Past while Celebrating the Present
FROM ONE PARENT TO ANOTHER
Living life with dissociative identity disorder and complex ptsd
penned in moon dust 